Mr. Irresistible

"What are you talking about?" she asked. Her makeup was already smeared, her blouse halfway-off, titties hanging out, hair thrown about, skirt around her waist. She definitely had the slutty secretary look down pat if she ever decided to be a hooker. I crossed my hands in front of me while examining the situation.

"Sure it would feel great physically, but I don't see this as helping me in any way. The only benefit of this would be bragging rights. And while that prospect is very attractive to me at the moment, I'm considering taking the road less traveled. I hear that road has done a lot of good for people."

"You…" she muttered, while gathering up her shirt and standing up in front of me. She placed her hand on my shoulder. "You can't leave me like this…"

"Stop," I protested. Hearing this shit from a teenager was hot, but from a grown-ass woman, it was kind of disgusting. She touched my shoulder in a last ditch effort. Hmmm, maybe just a blowjob… "No!" I yelled, turning around and walking quickly out of the office. "I don't even like you." I quickly made my way out of the lobby and out back into the hallways. The fact that I had just made a morally right decision seemed kind of weird to me so I resolved to get really high immediately. But before I could even get out of the school, I spotted another student. It seemed that the cheerleaders still had practice today. If anyone could shake my newly discovered desire to stop fucking people for simple shits and giggles, it was her.

I figured it this way. The last few days had been a rapid downward spiral. My dick felt great through most of this but it seemed like a bad direction for me right now. If I kept fucking girls from school, I was only going to piss off more meatheads, and hurt shiny reputations. It was hard to resist, but I had to stop. Thinking with your future in mind is a terrible feeling, but it helps. However, if anything good was to come of this, I had to stop looking at those titties in front of me wearing a Panthers uniform, and they were just so…damn…well, they were titties.

There she was, standing as if she knew she was being watched. Cinematically, she raised her arms and grasped her hair, wrapping it into a ponytail and arching her back. She jutted those perfect tits out in front of her as her uniform top slid up, exposing her entire waist from mid-stomach to the crest of her ass. She let her crafted ponytail drop and her arms swung to her sides as she presumably became aware of my presence. Her head slowly turned and her eyes fell upon my chest. As her gaze rose and our eyes locked, she smiled. Only it wasn't a warm smile, the kind your grandmother gives you with milk and cookies, it was a different kind of smile that stirred different kinds of emotions, in very different parts of my body. It was quite possibly the first and the last time I ever saw her smile.

Sasha made standing look sexy. She simply stood there, her steely gaze shadowed by a few loose strands of hair that weren't caught by her ponytail. He head was bent slightly forward and her eyes looked up to me. She had a Panthers uniform on, as she seemingly always did, and her pierced belly-button, looking damn good, called out to me from her exposed waist. She took a few steps towards me, and her waist started moving rhythmically with her stride. This girl had a walk that involved her entire body, with particular emphasis on the hips and ass. I loosened the collar on my shirt nervously as she came nearer, my new confidence with women crumbling away. To her, I would always be a skinny normal Cameron. As she came closer, however, I painfully realized that the one part of me that was still monstrous was fucking duct-taped to my leg. In restrospect, that duct-tape thing was a bad idea. But damn, this girl was a killer; as much of a hunter and just as merciless as the panther emblazoned on her chest.

She stepped up to me dangerously close and I tried not to shake. I couldn't get the picture of her sucking my dick out of my head and my penis strained against the duct-tape prison uncomfortably, even more so when she pressed her hand against my chest and slid her hand down my side to my waist. "You had a party without me," she somberly noted, "and fucked two girls on my squad." She slid her hand down lower and wrapped her tentative fingers over my pulsating cock, straining against the tape. "They won't stop talking about you." I couldn't remember how many girls I had fucked at that party, let alone which ones were cheerleaders. And then I started wondering whether that was a good or bad thing to her. Her perfume was making me swoon and her grasp of my cock wasn't helping. She looked up at me and her eyes made me feel cold, and yet extremely hot at the same time. I started thinking that one last fuck wouldn't be so bad.

She took my hand and guided it around her and placed it on her ass, squeezing it against her surprisingly firm cheek. "I know you want this," she whispered. She scooted up her pelvis to mine and ground hers into my caged dick. "And this." She breathed out into my face. And again looked at me. "Do something about it." At that line with withdrew from me, still staring, and gave me a single beckoning finger. She turned around and began with her whole-body walk down the hall, and I couldn't resist following that perfect ass as it bounced down the hall.

We rounded several corners that I don't remember passing and went past a few rooms that I don't recall. All that I remember is that fucking ass swaying back and forth in front of me and eventually, her shutting a door behind me. As my eyes became adjusted to the dim lighting, I realized that we were in Rothman's music room, and he had a couch.

She again walked in front of me and reached behind herself as she passed. She grabbed the zipper on her uniform and slowly pulled it down while she walked away towards the couch. Her tanned and muscular back slowly came into view with the soft buzz of the zipper sliding down and let it flip open when it reached the end, completely exposing her back but still covering her more interesting half. She turned halfway away from me. "You coming?" she smiled.

I walked up to her and felt my penis starting to tear the sides of the duct-tape lockdown. In a half-daze, I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her exposed back under her top but above her skirt. She smoothly slid her arms around my neck and brought her lips to mine. She ran her tongue around my front teeth and when I tentatively thrust my tongue into enemy territory, she took hold and started sucking on it. I didn't know how to react so I just held her tighter and she slowly sucked on my tongue, and then the tape ripped. The dam broke and the flood of my penis rushed forward instantly creating a three-inch mound in between Sasha and I. The feeling was so liberating I pulled from Sasha's tongue-sucking and practically moaned, "Awww God, thank you."

Sasha stared into my eyes, her face an inch from mine, and licked her lips. She quickly leaned forward and licked me gently before pulling away and taking a step back towards the couch. She quickly looked towards my tent-poled SouthPoles (hahaha) and that will-breaking smirk crossed her glossy lips once more. With a flick of her shoulder, her top fell to the floor. The action seemed to happen in slow motion for me. I saw the straps fall from her shoulders, and her naked flesh come into view slowly, starting with her toned and tanned shoulders, that appeared infinitely more sexy nude than when covered by even the slightest straps. Her breasts fell into view with a slight jiggle, her aroused nipples snagging the fabric momentarily as it fell. Her breasts were perfectly round and a bit more than a handful in size. The size of baseballs, they hung there with perfect shape, accentuated by slightly darker aureolas, bearers of the nipple. Below her hard nipples and soft breasts, her ribs were slightly visible before being overshrouded by the muscle of her six-pack, not too apparent, but sexy as hell. And of course, that diamond stud in her belly-button called out to me.

She stood there, leaning on her right side, letting me take her in, waiting for me to take my move. I took it and her tits in my hands as we crumbled to the couch, me on top of her. I snuck one hand around her as she made quick work of tearing my shirt from my back. I squeezed her tits roughly as we kissed and her heavy breathing and tiny moans spurred me to get unbelievably harder and harder. She brought her legs up wrapping one around the back on my leg and driving her other knee roughly against my cock. No so hard as to injure my balls but hard enough to get a moan from me, the friction causing my granite to send shivers through my body.

"Jesus," I muttered. This has been the longest time since release in the last few days, so I knew I was going to last about 30 seconds against this shit. Her sixth-sense obviously picked up on this and she spun me by the shoulders onto the couch, pushing herself on top of me. As she sat up, her ass was positioned immediately below my cock, on my thighs, and she began to massage my thighs as my rigid trapped penis twitched uncomfortably in front of her skirt. I stared at her tits as she continued rubbing my thighs, trailing down to her incredible abdomen. Her right hand worked its way center and my eyes shot up to hers, already staring intently at me. Her fingers slowly started working the zipper as my cock strained against it harder than ever, and she eventually reached into the darkness between the tangs. I moaned as her hands grasped my cock but she couldn't pull it out. My dick was so hard and down into the jeans that she couldn't maneuver it out of the zipper hole. She eventually snapped the button and swung the monster round, rearing up and swelling to full size against Sasha's grip. As she squeezed it hard, a few drops of precum came to the tip and ran down the side of my cock, over her hand. As she opened her mouth, gasping excitedly, and began to work her greasy hand over the length of my penis, I felt the sensations building already. No girl could make me as hot as this girl, and I could barely stand it. She paused as her hand crested the tip and smeared her hand all over it. She then started pumping just the tip of my cock and I almost exploded.

"Ever fuck a girl in the ass Randy?" Hearing her say "fuck" made my cock twitch and I swallowed hard as she continued pumping my dick. "No…" I managed, my cock swelled to max-cap, our eyes still locked on one-another's. She licked her lips before leaning down atop me, letting her few strands of hair drop closely around my face. When her face was inches from mine and my cock was flattened between our stomachs, she spoke again. "I want you to fuck me in the ass," she whispered. She took hold of my hand and guided it around to the afore-mentioned ass. She took the bottom hem of her skirt and pulled it up around her waist and then placed my hand on an exposed ass cheek. I felt the outline of a thong and Sasha breathed softly against my face. She leaned in slowly and planted one soft kiss on my lips before leaning back up to sit on my thighs. She grabbed my cock again and slid her hand up and over the tip and down to the base once more, before lifting her legs over my body and rising to a standing position. "Take your pants off," she ordered. I summarily pulled the jeans off of my legs and tossed it the ground and watched as Sasha tugged down the red lace thong she was wearing and again climbed atop me, only this time facing away from me. I propped myself up a little bit on the arm of the couch and she layed back against me, her ass immediately above my manhood. My dick was HUGE, erect as a motherfucker and standing up a good foot from my body. Sasha brought her face back against mine and we kissed heavily as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her back into my stomach. The top of my cock could feel the heat from her pussy, and my hunger for her peaked. That was when I first felt the feeling.

Something was wrong. I couldn't tell you exactly what it was but something felt just terribly out of place with the situation. It was similar to the feeling I had with the frauline in the office. I might pine for Sasha's body but I didn't even know this girl. Sure, I knew the cheerleader that strutted her chest around for every male in her vicinity. I knew the Sasha that everyone else knew, but girls aren't really like that. There is no way anyone would choose to live so degrading a lifestyle. Was this what I wanted? Suddenly the angel popped up on my shoulder and started to scream "Nooo!" As if on cue, however, Sasha began grinding down against me hard. She started doing that sexy rippling waist thing that was simply orgasmic, well almost. I placed my hands on her waist and feeling her muscles flex and release was not strengthening my will. "Wait" I muttered, holding her still by her waist.

She turned around her face to look at me and see what the problem was. As her hair rippled away, I smelled her shampoo and her perfume. God, she smelled amazing. Her dark face turned to face mine and her eyes, those damned beautiful predatory eyes, locked onto mine. Her ruby lips were slightly open, and she brushed away loose hair from her face while seemingly trying to read my thoughts. "Listen," I said, so softly that I could barely hear myself. "I…"

"Shhhhh," she said, bringing a finger to my lips as she gracefully turned her body so she was again straddling me. She took up one of my hands and placed it on her tit and then squeezed my hand around it gently. She took away the finger from my lips for a quick second and leaned in over me and brought her mouth to my ear. Kissing me briefly on the cheek, she whispered "Don't worry baby, it'll be OK." Before I knew what was going on, I felt her small hand guide my cock directly into her pussy. She pushed down softly, making me moan, sliding slowly into her tight pussy. Stopping then was not only pointless, but impossible.

I moaned loudly as she settled down onto me breathing heavily into my face. My eyes closed and my head leaned back as she settled into a rhythm. It felt incredible but wrong at the same time. As she started to bounce and my hands grasped her breasts harder, I felt it more difficult to focus on my conscience and my body begged to take control. The soft swaying of her hips as she bounced on me, the way she twisted her waist around on top of me, the velvety touch of her skin, God knows no man could have resisted. At last, I gave in, but it didn't even matter. I was so close to cumming when she started that it didn't take long. She slid over me slowly a few more times and when she moaned into my face, I started spasming and shot my load up into her. She squeezed her pussy over my cock a few times, smiling, and slowly stopped. When I opened my eyes, it was over. Sasha kissed me on the cheek quickly and whispered a quick "Thanks" before dismounting and gathering up her clothes. Before I could even formulate a response she walked out the door without a second glance. I felt terrible. And then, all of a sudden, I felt worse.

A small discomfort in the pit of my stomach quickly spread all over my body and all my muscles starting contracting at the same time. It hurt…a lot. I started squirming on the coach before falling to the ground, shaking all over. I felt like I was going to die but thankfully, the pain quickly subsided and I was left on the cold tile floor, breathing heavily and sweating. "What the fuck?" I muttered to myself and then, once again the pimp-fairy's words popped into my head. It's not that I even thought of them, it's just that I realized what had happened.

"The seductress has been set loose to find you Cameron. As you have considerable power over women, so the seductress will have considerable power over you. She will embody everything that you find attractive in a woman and will practically be irresistible to you. If you have sex with the seductress, you will lose your powers and you will never find true love."

I stood up, feeling cheated and abused. It was like this great momentous occasion that I had been waiting for and longing after for as long as I could remember turned out to be the end of the most "gratifying" weekend of my life. I mean "Fuck," she wasn't even that good! "Goddamnit!" I shouted and kicked a chair across the room. Doctors would later tell me that this is how I broke my foot, but I was too angry at the moment to notice. And to think I even defended that little whore back in chapter seven. Shame on her.

I groggily stumbled over to a vertical mirror on the other side of the room and almost burst into tears at the site. I was completely back to normal. I saw the same definition-less body I had seen on myself for the past 18 years. That didn't bother me, however, and neither did my now normal cock. I mean, whatever, a lot of people have less than me so I'll be happy with what I got. The real thing that bothered me was that I was given this great power, this great opportunity, for what? I completely squandered the whole damn thing. Now don't get me wrong here, I had a fantastic time. Not to mention that my reputation at school has increased ten-fold. But I really didn't gain anything but a longing for a girl that absolutely hates me in return. Honestly, I was better off before meeting that goddamn pimp-fairy. At least then, I had the pleasant goal in my life being to get laid. Now what do I do? I'm goalless. I'm without goal. What am I supposed to do, focus on school? Fuck that. Just as I began to realize that I was rambling, I noticed that faint odor of what smelled like pot on my nostrils. My heart began to rejoice before I recognized it as a cigar. I turned around, and sure as shit, that fucking black man was back, this time in the flesh, puffing away on a big fat Cuban chubby.

"You fuck!" I bluntly began. The pimp fairy's grill gleamed as he started to smile and his eyebrows raised from behind his "Walk the line," Johnny Cash shades. This time he was wearing a lime-green zoot suit from the disco era and pink hat with leopard spots, I shit you not. He was totally bordering on fag, he really was. "You fuck!" I started again, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. This whole thing was all my fault anyways. He looked unfazed by my angry remarks.

"Look Cameron, I know you must be kicking yourself in the balls right now, but I'm hear to tell you to stop." He sat back onto the couch that Sasha and I had bumped in and let out a sigh. "So tell me now, why you so angry son?" Shit dude, where do I begin.

"Well let me think here buddy. Uhhh, one, Cara hates me. Two, Ian's pissed at me AND fucking my sister. Three, look at my goddamn face. I got the shit kicked out of me two days ago! And four, despite robbing me of my dignity, my irresistibility, and my gigantic dick, Sasha was a shitty lay! Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for that shit?! I stood there resolute and crossed my arms, pouting. As I tried to think of more reasons to be angry, my gaze drifted towards the mirror. "And I'm fucking naked!" The pimp fairy stared at me for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words.

"Put your pants on, white boy." It was a good idea, and I walked over to my clothes. As I pulled on my jeans, the Pimp-Fairy took a deep drag of his cigar and blew out a big smoke ring across the room. I marveled at it for a second before realizing that it was making a beeline straight for the fire alarm. I barely made it in time to swat it out.

"Yo, will you cut that shit out man?" I said. "You're gonna get me in trouble."

"Listen up Cam, despite the way you feel, you were destined to fail. Everyone sleeps with the seductress. It's only a matter of time." Just then Sasha walked past the window to the hallway without even bothering to look in. The pimp-fairy breathed deep at the site. "Shit man, I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did. That bitch is smoking." I pulled on my shirt and collapsed on the couch next to the strange black man.